Dark All Might Novels & Stories

I have also learned how they refer to each other. A person named Night is a twilight lyceum; this means protectors of the twilight and carries the virus to create other lyceums. Chanco means protectors of the night. The twilight is what they call the shadow realm. The shadow realm is the term given to the plane between day and night; it is a world within itself. The only way I can explain it is a dimension just outside of our reality.

I was surrounded by darkness. ** You're not a good person, there's no way you want to be a better person, the darkness of your past surrounds you, you can't escape yourself, the voice echoes louder and I was screaming. I woke up so fast and it was all a dream, all my body was covered with sweat. "It's just a dream you don't have to force yourself to sleep, it's been over seven hours since you slept,'' he mumbled as he put his hand on my forehead.

Fear and something electric twisted together in his gut as the darkness consumed everything sight, saf ety, resistance. He was completely, utterly at Cove Voss’s mercy. And the nightmare had only just begun.

Each word landed heavier than the last. “Let’s see how your family feels,” he added quietly, “knowing you’re here… suffering.” Luca’s chest tightened, panic flickering beneath the surface. Adrian straightened, stepping back completely now. Distance. Control. "Welcome to hell, Luca. This isn’t a game anymore. I’m not… kind. I don’t apologize. I don’t reward weakness.” He pulled back, his face a mask of impenetrable indifference, leaving Luca sprawled on the bed, naked, aching, and utterly, terrifyingly alone.

something dangerous and dark. Another email popped up immediately after. 'Good night, Elise. Don't worry too much. We don't have any bad intentions towards you. Rest well and don't forget us. We'll meet again soon. And before we forget, please note that we don't harm anyone innocent. Never did, never will.' Azael & Reuel.

It takes only a powerful witch to be able to conjure a soul from the underworld into a dead Lycan's body. No mere witch was capable of such a feat. One would have to trade his soul to the darkness to be able to perform such an act. And whosoever was at the dark side, was an enemy to the light, and the living. But this monster stood tall before me, eyes black like the abyss it had been awakened from. “All these for a maid?” I knew a fight stood before me, unbound by the shackles of death. I, on the other hand, had no time to waste. Strigurd was prepared for a bloodbath.

I demanded, feeling a knot of anxiety tighten in my chest. Whitman sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. “There’s an ancient darkness that was thought to have been defeated years ago. It was a force that once controlled the rogues, bending them to its will.” My heart skipped a beat. “You’re saying it’s back?” Whitman nodded. “Yes. This darkness is seeking revenge, and it has resurfaced with a new leader. The Blackthorns are merely its instruments.” Eli exchanged a worried glance with me. “And what does this have to do with the traitor?”

<★★★★ BLOODY SINNER'S★★★★> As Lucifer finished recounting the details to Mikhail, the weight of the revelations hung heavily in the air. Mikhail had been pacing the room, his fists clenched, his mind racing with the implications of what they had just uncovered. The Shadows had orchestrated so much pain and suffering, not only for him and Lucifer but for everyone connected to them. The thought that they might have been behind the deaths of his parents, framing April's father to cover their tracks, gnawed at him relentlessly.

I say to him with an intense look as I hold his hand to my cheek. He gazes at me deeply with his enchanting blue eyes and I give him a smile of encouragement. “ I loved her- her name was Aurora, she was a witch priestess, one of the most powerful ones, she loved kids and we were planning on having a baby when 'the Darks' made their first threat. 'The Darks' consist of dark vampires, dark witches and rogues with other coerced species as minions. I didn't take their threat seriously, as it is normal for them to initiate conflict, because basically, it’s their purpose to exist, dark vampires chose to live without emotions, dark witches chose to practice dark magic and the rogues went against th

The edges of the mask looked as though they were stitched or welded into the flesh of a ghostly white, glabrous head. The cloaked servants ceased chanting at once, and Nowk stared down at the silhouetted visitor and answered, “Ragnarok!” “Fear the Darkness, my children, as you would fear the siren’s tongue, for it will seek to poison your mind and blind you with false treasures, and not even my blessed Light can bear you hence.” -The Gospel of Glimmra